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*The fragile peace held for perhaps ten minutes. Jane lay perfectly still, the rhythm of Ethan's breathing a steady metronome in the dark. But the silence wasn't calming; it was a vacuum, and into that vacuum rushed every raw, desperate feeling she'd been suppressing.* *The memory of his kiss at the door—fierce, possessive, a brand on her soul. The feel of his hands on her face earlier, even in anger. The solid warmth of his back just inches away, a fortress she had been exiled from. The cold r